The sword intent of life and death, the spring and the snow. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It can be said that Xu Qingyun's most powerful sword momentum, but on the premise of not stimulating the Divine Illumination Sutra, the power of the Dantian Linghai is still only to the extent of consummation.

But these are enough to repel the incoming enemy.

The transcendent and domineering sword momentum fell down in the air, and the man wanted to block it with a horizontal sword, but the sword momentum was a little too domineering.

Bai Yijian's slender sword body, with an awe-inspiring sword intent, directly cut off the ring knife in his left hand, he was a little shocked in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to raise the wolf tooth in his right hand, but it was already too late, Xu Qingyun held a sword blade as cold as snow and had already fallen on his eyebrows.

"Wait," Ye Lengleng suddenly shouted at this time, "Leave him of some use!"

Xu Qingyun's heart moved slightly, the white sword in his hand suddenly stopped, the cold sword blade had already fallen on the man's thick eyebrows, if it was half an inch deep, he might die, obviously the control of the sword momentum had already been wonderful, accurate to the point of harshness.

This is Xu Qingyun's sword, Luocang Academy has carried the sword for five years, and he has already copied more than 3,000 scriptures with a sword, but every time he thinks of this, he always can't help but think of Han Xiangjun and his senior sister, the two women who accompanied him through the cold and summer.

Ye Leng Leng didn't notice the change in him, just stepped forward and carefully looked at the burly man in front of him, who was only in his twenties, but he was dark and strong, and he looked a little honest and clumsy, she frowned and asked with a slight hesitation: "Are you from Nanyue Chaoyang Palace?"

Nanyue Chaoyang Palace, located in the vast mountains backed by Nanyue Chunchao Lake, was definitely a holy place of kendo thousands of years ago, and it was also one of the few famous schools in the whole world. It's a pity that time has passed, and in the long years of time, the sword path of Chaoyang Palace has gradually lost its sharpness of the year, and it has abandoned the basics to practice the sword technique, and the scenery of the year is long gone, and it is slowly declining.

The man was obviously slightly stunned in the face of the cold questioning of the night, Chu State has always been separated from Nanyue by Qin State, this is an insurmountable natural danger, but the girl in front of him actually knew about it, he thought about it and didn't turn his head directly, and said a little hardly: "I don't know what you're talking about, kill if you want to, don't talk nonsense." ”

"Heh, it's quite backbone!" Ye Leng smiled coldly when he heard this, and said lightly: "We don't have any ideas about Nanyue, and we have no interest in killing you, I say it bluntly, as long as you promise us a condition, I can let you go!"

It is naturally a good thing to be able to not die, the man thought about it in silence, raised his eyes and inadvertently looked at the cold ancient sword that stopped between his eyebrows, he swallowed his saliva with some palpitations, and asked in a trembling voice: "What conditions do you want me to promise you?"

Ye Leng sneered and said, "Take us out of this desert!"

Until a few people gathered around the fire to roast the fire, Tatam didn't understand why Ye Leng Leng Leng was so sure he could take them out of here.

He rolled up his sleeves, carefully cleaned the sword wound he received in the evening with clean water, looked at the wound that had turned out of the white bones, and stayed away from the young man with some palpitations, but for some reason, he actually had an inexplicable familiar feeling with the girl with a slightly cold breath.

Tatam thought for a moment, and finally asked the question in his heart: "Why do you think I can take you out of here?"

The night of the yellow sand desert is no longer as hot as the day, the temperature difference between day and night is very large, the night is cold and cold to spread his white cloak on the ground, and he said a little carelessly: "Nanyue Chaoyang Palace is located in the mountains north of the north of the Spring Tide Lake, and the northwest of the mountains is this long yellow sand, I believe you have experience in this area." ”

Tatam frowned when he heard this, obviously a little unconvinced by this, and said: "What you said is completely unreasonable, I live in the Northwest Desert, and it is really far-fetched to be able to take you out of here." ”

Xu Qingyun, who had always been sitting next to the bonfire, raised his head when he heard the words, and the beating firelight reflected his cheeks a little uncertainly.

"I don't believe it either" He looked at Ye Leng Leng with some meaningful eyes, and said with some disbelief: "If it's just these, he won't be enough to live from my sword!"

Ye Leng pursed his lips and smiled, without explanation, and did not go to cultivation again, just lying on the cloak that had been laid, looking up at the stars in the sky, feeling a little relieved.

Sometimes it's easy to kill someone, and sometimes it's easy to save someone.

The reason why she didn't kill Tatamu was just because she was the princess of Great Wei, and even if time passed, she didn't want to hurt her people.

It's as simple as that.

The stars hang down on the plains, and the yellow sand is lonely.

Ye Leng glanced at Xu Qingyun beside the fire, his angular and handsome face, so clear under the starlight. She blinked, swallowed what she wanted to say, and looked back at the stars, feeling a little melancholy.

The morning sun has risen, the chill of the night has gradually faded, and the fire that burned the whole night has been extinguished. Xu Qingyun was still sitting upright like an ancient pine, his eyes were slightly closed, the slender and simple Bai Yi sword was flat on his lap, the morning dew had fallen all over his clothes, but he didn't feel the slightest feeling, and he didn't show the slightest fatigue from cultivating in this yellow sand all night.

Ye Leng looked at him for a long time, then got up and put away the cloak on the ground, and looked up to see Tatam facing the rising sun and mending the broken knife, and the desolate and lonely desert was only the shadow of the three of them. She raised her hand and pulled her long, somewhat messy hair, which shone like a tassel in the golden sunlight, poured the remaining half pot of water into her hand, and slowly washed her fingertips along the hair.

By the time she finished washing, Xu Qingyun was already standing in the distance, with a slender and straight posture, and the young man was gradually growing up, but the slender eyebrows were becoming more and more cold and awe-inspiring.

He looked at the long horizon in the distance with his sword, the red sun was gradually rising, and his heart was a little desolate, he looked back at Tatam and asked, "How many days can we get out of here?"

Tatam put down the broken knife in his hand, shook his head and said truthfully: "I'm not familiar with this place, because this is not my hometown after all. I'm just familiar with the desert and can take you to find water and food, but I can't guarantee that I'll take you out!"

"That's enough!"

Xu Qingyun looked up at the vast desert in the distance, there was an inexplicable familiarity in his heart, he pointed to the distant direction of the northwest, and said with some eagerness: "Let's go in this direction!"

"Good. ”

Ye Leng coldly pulled the hair around his ears, and nodded with a smile on the corner of his lips.

In her heart, as long as Xu Qingyun decides where to go, even if she is wrong in the end, she will follow it stupidly. (To be continued.) )